7:30 a.m. - Friday, May. 20, 2005
in you have lost all control
Dear Day,
In you I give myself
Open as a book
Beckoning you to view the pictures of myself
Clearly you know how I feel
Waiting for the chance to share
Knowing I am but a passing fancy
Drawn to the mystery of why or how
Finding in you a connection I crave
Forgiving you of all
Releasing you from fault
I will allow the emotions to hide the truth
For in you all control is lost
As you get older three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I can't remember the other two.
